winter of

now is the time

when all men in

the timeline in

the future when

the winter of

our / my / we

discontent

dis the contents

distance contests

deliberate consequences



now is that brave season

the next harvest already

approaching - when there

are wars and killing and

yes, the love of many is

waxing cold - frosty hat

e abomination of desolat

ion.



the poet strives

for the narrow

way, always

wanting

to know

more in

case he

is late

last of

my line

look in

side to

see the

infinit

-y

?